Onto today's joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where we start to race toward the exciting conclusion of this violent, bloody holiday tale of one one family's horrific yule tide.
When we last left private eye Carrie Love, she and her family and friends were defending themselves against a brutal home invasion on Christmas Eve. They've now escaped into secret underground tunnels beneath their Beverly Hills home ... and Carrie and her ex share a 'tender' moment ...
INT. PRIVATE SECURITY VEHICLE - NIGHT
Tip smiles. Takes a hit of his flask. Toasts.
I’m gonna be a hero.
He reaches for his walkie talkie. Then sees something.
Oh, shit -- I better warn them.
INT. MARGO’S MANSION - MAIN CORRIDOR - AT THAT MOMENT
Tolly and Mick walk through the house, checking each room.
(on the walkie)
Look, they’re hiding, okay?
We’ll find ‘em. It’s a big fucking house.
INT. GERO’S LIMO - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Gero curses under his breath.
Well, then why don’t one of you two Einsteins
COME OUTSIDE and LOOK for us?
(looks out the window)
There’s no one else around here.
In the fucking snow?
Just look for our car. It’s in the driveway.
Sir, there’s a private patrol car outside.
What should I do? You want me to whack ‘em?
(on the walkie)
I’ll call you back.
(to the driver)
See what he wants.
Tell ‘em we’re from out of town, and we’re lost.
The driver rolls down his window. Tip pokes his head in.
Good evening. Just wanted to warn you.
There’s a bunch of criminals in the neighborhood.
Home invasion. And there’s more on the way.
You live around here?
Gero leans forward. Aims a gun at his head.
Thanks for the update, sport. Now get in.
The back door opens. Strange-Looking Goon beckons him in.
Come on in, we got egg nog.
INT. BASEMENT - AT THAT MOMENT
Carrie looks at a door at the end of the bar.
Where does this go?
Into the regular basement.
But you can’t see it from the other side.
Gotcha. And the tunnels?
Go to the fireplace.
Pull on the first poker on the left.
Carrie walks over.
Grabs the poker, pulls it like a lever.
The fireplace SLIDES TO THE LEFT,
revealing a pair of tunnels that split off at forty-five degree angles.
Hey, if it was good enough for Capone.
Where do they go?
God, I can’t remember -- it’s been so long.
I think one goes to the pool house,
and the other to the back end of the property --
Are they safe?
Hell if I know. I’ve never gone in them.
I say we break up into two groups and check them out.
Bernie and I will check out the one on the left,
and Seth and Blue can check out the one on the right.
Sound like a plan?
(looks at Blue)
Fine with me.
(looks at Seth)
What about me?
You stay and protect Margo.
Somebody kill me now, because I’m already in hell.
EXT. GERO’S LIMO - NIGHT
Tip sits between Strange-Looking and Ugly, Muscled in the back seat.
Strange has a gun on him.
I’m not telling you.
Strange CRACKS him on the head with the gun.
So you wanna PLAY, huh?
Alright, let’s play. WHAT’S THE ADDRESS?
He WHACKS him again.
1600 Sunset Boulevard!
Please don’t HIT ME again!
See? That wasn’t so hard.
And I don’t have to hit you no more.
Gero picks up the walkie. Speaks into it.
Tolly, you there?
Yeah, pop. What’s up?
We got the address, found ourselves a rent-a-cop.
Got him in the car, for insurance.
Nice. Hurry on over.
Come in the front door, it’s open.
INT. BASEMENT - STAIRS - CONTINUOUS
Tolly’s at the top of the stairs with Mick.
(on his walkie)
We’ll be down in the basement.
Think we got ‘em trapped down there.
IN THE LIMO
Gero turns to Strange-Looking.
Fish, you put on Bozo’s uniform and drive his car.
Put him in the trunk. This way we’ve got someone
on the outside to watch out for us.
Hey, wait a minute --
Ugly, Muscled PUNCHES Tip in the face, CRUNCH.
He goes out.
Thanks, Mad Dog.
Don’t mention it. Tis the season.
IN THE BASEMENT
Tolly puts the walkie in his pocket. Starts down the steps.
They’re on their way. C’mon, let’s check it out.
INT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS
Carrie and Bernie walk down the corridor.
Wood panelling. Linoleum tiles.
They both wave flashlights.
Check out the craftsmanship, must of cost a fortune.
So listen, can I -- ask you something?
I guess cause it’s Christmas, you know --
gets a guy thinking --
Now that you’ve stopped drinking,
I was wondering if you’d like to --
have coffee or something?
I’m sorry, Bernie. It was over A LONG time ago.
We had a lot of fun, though --
Oh, yeah. A lot of fun. Too much fun.
We’ll always be friends. You know that.
Friends that call you on Christmas Eve and ask for help?
Something like that.
So are you still into girls, or was that because you were --
Drunk most of the time?
(off his look)
I’m still into girls.
But now I’m just a little more -- picky.
But I still like guys.
Not too confusing.
Welcome to my life.